Woundheir Songtext
von Shape of Despair

Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire
Closed my page, as hatred reigned higher I
Did notice a knife and hills covered with
Blood, was I the one who's life is most pre-
Cious to this new "god"


Indeed I must be loved, for I killed many
Thousands I opened with highest fashion,
Pain didn't spare any of these pitiful hu-
Mans, that the wholeearth is covered with
Tempest and storm of urbans lay bleeding
And kissing my beloved feet

Shall I not wait for the greatest hour when
This god sees the bloody shower